I need to find my addiction I need a break from restrictions Can't tell the fact from the fiction Just watch the lack of conviction Lifestyle the new
Übersetzung: Kill The Young. Sucht.
awake way past late Visions of killers en ma*se at the blast mayne As I lay here gatted down and tatted Knowin now it's hard to slow down for a addict
beats, killin' tracks and that's that [Chorus] [Verse 3] I started off young, took a couple wrong paths Gimme a second, gimme a second; yo I started off young
all night through I'm pushin' packages bitch I got a automatic I ran down your block and popped a crack addict Speakin' in tounges since I was young
a plunger I do this shit cause I wanna, not to sit in a Hummer (what?) I've been sicker than Wonder, who's been sick since he was younger The game's
: [Killah Priest:] We tried channelin' the spirits The killers and dealers and niggas And go see the essence of the ghetto The Devil's hell flows over
: [Nas] Yeah, yeah, yeah You was born in the eighties, pops drove a Mercedes Did a bid, coming home to some grown ass kid Crack baby turn to young thug
greed I complete my pleasure To kill The desire for the infant Can't control the urge inside The rape The kill is addicted in my mind The addiction,
tradition, And the way to be true to your living is strange. We come in peace, But if you wanna be dumb and beef, A gun is somethin' he wanna be young
not 'nare nigga tell... bet not 'nare nigga tell Yeah! [Daz Dillinger] I'm on a two million dollar bail Caught with the product that them young niggaz
Got a n-gga moving slow I?m all about the money What the f-ck you think I do it for B-tch don?t act like you don?t know I?m killing all these rap n-ggas
put your cash in, nah I doubt I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it you n-ggas is ducks howards, cowards kill the competition and hsower
: Young money Syrup in a big shot Time tah do da thing dats word to ya wrist watch Shoot da glock til it burn til my wrist lock Rims sellin big time
INTERLUDE:(DAZ talking)} Throughout the streets of Long Beach The streets was infected with drugs,dope pealers and addicts Gangs have taken over 75% of our town as the young
clothes While I crept up and shot her dead in the nose Message in a bottle, violent as our records spin One stranded couple terrorized by backwoods men A young
: Met this fine young thing At the local Circle K We made a date for a half past eight And I said, "What the hey?" So I journeyed to her crib And I
